Outside, I can see your breath
But you’re not there, and mine is hardly left
Twilight, feels the morning press
Above, every star, is seamed with your duress
Inside, I can hear each step
But they’re not yours, a sleepless dream at best
As black skies, flow to auburn reds
To wake the night and of me what is left
If I don’t want to see you, it’s because it hurts too much
All this time spent wondering if I was just a crutch
Waiting for the day to kill this night, and carry with it you away forever
| # | Top 3 Time Spent Driving |
|---|---|
| 1 | Time Spent Driving - Sleep And Matchbooks |
| 2 | Time Spent Driving - The Reason I Stay |
| 3 | Time Spent Driving - Your Arms, The Blades |